the kids are afraid to die
We fear to die.
Though we torment
in the futile squabbles
of being human
And grow bored
of what was once
seen as wonder.
A thousand years
Makes mole hills
Out of mountains
And yet
from the beginning of time
The human spirit
thrived
and survived
with food and fire
and dance and song
And that one flicker
of passion remains
even in the most listless soul
The capacity for creativity
is beautiful
and limitless
And curiosity
built cities and machines
and medicine and bombs
the human mind
is capable of great evil
and great kindness
But that curiosity
Is the greatest monster
and greatest victor of all
It lives in all of us
The deep craving
for understanding
There's still so much
we don't know.
And until all
that exists in the universe
is known to us
We will go on
Because we must
know the why
of our being
So we stand on the precipice
bored and terrified
filled with derealization
But we do not jump.
Despite the terror
of being alive
We more so fear to die.